Luyện nghe bài hát Water

South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas,
people, uh

Na I'm sayin'?
is for my nigga
Dumb and

They say a record ain't nothin' if not touchin', grippin'
Draw you in close and you wanna listen to it
And if you real ill at makin'
The listna feel like he living through it
That's how my do it

I met slacks back in like ninety-one
We went to Millersville to get from gun clappin'
It ain't last, I be in class dreaming
Fifty-thousand fans up in the
out

Encore, yo I'm heading back to
Nigga you rollin' me?
I'm tryna get
We walked that was off the chain
Lotta times at the shows people came

I just, took it in stride as a of the game but inside
People down with me to change
It was a thangs, little syrup, little pills
Instead of riding out on the you'd rather chill

I the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'
But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not
I got fam can't stop druggin', they can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject they eat
It's people steady comin' at me out in the
Like Riq yo what up ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

Yo, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's ya by
I done see these streets a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the
over, over, the water
Yo,
Yo,

We done through many meals a couple of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and
We rocked shows abroad and slept on floors
Trying to figure what the we gettin' slept on for

Or what we walkin' the weapon for
Weighted by the law
You know it if you came up poor my
Picture the bus up

You know we of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far from a
And I say I love you
'Cause the way I is greater
M-illa you a poet son, you a born

And this'll probably dawn on you
It's in your
Lyrics all up on you walls they made of paper
You gotta follow where the talent ya
Ya fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo

Yo, you to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I see these streets suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, I want ya all to understand I come from Philly
And when I walk the streets it's a pharmacy
got all type-a shit anybody can get
It go from H to X to cigarettes

For my ghetto legend, for little shiest runnin'
Cop Codine by the Quarts and comin', dumbin'
embracing the dope like it's a woman
Ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin',

In between Islam and thuggin'
Layin' everyday around the way and doin'
See 'em all shakin' their heads and shruggin'
If they don't got a man like mine they cousin
An yo, you be a true friend to him

the shit put an end to him
Or a pen to him
And him in the studio with a mic
'Cause on the real it save his life
And keep him

Yo, you need to walk straight ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,

Yo, you need to walk masta ya high
Son, you out on what's passin' ya by
I done see streets suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my
We got to get
over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the
Yo,
Yo,